chapter 6- the darkest dungeon

Catherine

The Darkest Dungeon was the place I first met Nicole. That’s how she became my personal trainer after a short tryst in the Dungeon. We’d been inseparable ever since. I enjoyed watching her come into her Domme status in the all female club.

She still liked to play the field, but honestly I hadn’t had a solid plaything in a year. I guess, even dommes get old, start longing for stability…the one. I drink my glass of whiskey slowly, eyeing the babies in the club. Fewer and fewer of them met my high standards and I had already had my taste of plenty of the drama with the older subs.

“Oh you always get like this around your birthday,” Nicole says, pouting. She’s in a tight leather miniskirt and a pair of crossed leather straps for her breasts, showing off her athletic body. Her blonde hair is tied back and her green eyes are hard and crystalline.

My outfit is one of my old favorites. A corset that fits me perfectly, showing off my large bust and a sliver of dark olive skin and black leather tight pants with tall high heels. I’m one of the tallest women in the club with them. They’ve nicknamed me the Queen of Broken Hearts and also Steel.

“How old are you now? Eighty?” She teases me. I frown at her.

“I’m turning thirty-six this year,” I admit and down the rest of the whisky. She smacks my tight ass and I shake a dangerous finger at her.

“Do you want me to take you to the back room and show the others what a truly naughty girl you are?” I say playfully. “I guarantee I can ruin your Domme status with a good spanking.” She bites her plump red lip. Do I miss those days when we were more of a friend’s with benefits package, but now that she’s a domme and she’s off limits in my book. I only play with submissives.

“Okay, Mamma Catherine,” she says with a crooked smile. I roll my eyes. “Forty is the new thirty. Seriously? You barely even look thirty to be honest. You’re the hottest, most successful woman in this club, Catherine. Everyone ages, but apparently, not you.” She waves toward my body.

If only that were true, I sigh.

The door opens across the bar and Scarlett, one of the baby dommes, walks through the door. She sometimes has been known to pole dance for us. Next to her is a rather meek looking blonde and my hand shoots out to grab Nicole’s arm.

“Did you invite her here?” I hiss annoyed. She looks up at me surprised.

“Invite who?”

“Emi.”

“Emi?” She says and looks toward the door. “Oh shit. No…Scarlett recommended her at the gym, Catherine. That’s how we were connected through Scarlett. I swear. I didn’t invite her..”

My heart is fluttering in my chest. Remembering how easy it was to crush her in physical pursuits despite her pert little body. How she easily fell in stride to my more domineering presence, listening to every little command I made of her.

“You like her?” Nicole asks shocked. I roll my eyes, cheeks flushing before I quench it.

“She’s a baby.”

“Love is love,” Nicole says with a shrug. “Does she like you? Do you think that’s why she’s here? Oh! They’re coming over here.”

Panic washes over me. Love? No one said anything about love and then my mind goes blank as I look up at the vixen who has been haunting my dreams of late.